Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

Tonight the moon is in the land beyond the forest.
The of Wallachian wolves,
a to the dreariest soul.

I'm alone, the confines of my barren home bereaved,
behind, grieving for the one, my ashen bride.

A host of ravens hover from winter mountains.
Into my they whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.

Five hundred have passed since the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and embrace the frozen sun

I'm

"I the glorious storms,
the wrath of the heavens the shores.
The winds and their symphonies,
resounding above the trees.
I remember the nights in thine arms,
making dark love with bestial charm.
A provided with incessant rain,
sipping the from each others veins."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, from my scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
bent to my immortal life.

"I am to touch thee, my love,
to in the warmth of the skies above.
Marveled by so picturesque
with the nestled on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
thy curse and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, from my sleep."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
residing over a land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
bent to cease my life.

"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to
like a gentle breeze upon a sea.
Let my wash away thy grief,
and convey thy shadowless soul to me."

I've renounced the of christ.
spat on his throne and scoffed at his lies.
I'll install a new to which there will be
indulgence for you and me.

Soon we shall through the spellbinding mark.
My time has come to relinquish earth,
with cascading of horizons unseen,
I'll be reunited with my queen.
ethereal dreams

Together we'll drink to our love.
Absinthe shall lift us on the of a dove,
and transport us to beyond our dreams,
where graceful dominate the scene.

And so I forsake my abode.
My fable of woe unfolds with valor,
I the sweltering sun.
In thy pale of death, we are alone.